deliciae
I Return to You: Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Do I need to say it? I don't own it, never will. Even my Muse knows that and she taunts me daily.
Warning: Yaoi. Boy x Boy. As in Kurama x OC, Koenma x Yusuke… If you don't like, please leave. Probable OOC-ness.
Muse: 'hugs Bakura and Sesshoumaru plushies tightly' I just loooovvveee them! Thank you CharcoalCat!!! They'll go great with my Yami and Kouga plushies.
deliciae: So, Muse… Have you found MiniMuse yet?
Muse: 'looks up from playing with the plushies' No, why?
deliciae: Just wondering… Thanks to those who reviewed.
Muse: Wait, what did you mean by have I found MiniMuse yet? 'Glares at deliciae'
deliciae: 'smirks' Here's chapter 3.
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Kuro's eyes blinked open, and he frowned as unfamiliar surroundings met his gaze. Soft male laughter echoed from another room, and then the youth remembered he had accompanied Shuuichi home, and had fallen asleep on the comfortable leather couch. Quickly he raked a hand through his hair, some of which had escaped its binding, falling around his face, framing it.
Outside stars glistened in the black sky, and he flushed, mortified that he actually fell asleep when he didn't mean to. However, with his dreams lately, he had gotten no actual rest, and was actually tired despite his calm and energized appearance. For a minute, when he awoke, he had believed himself to still be in the dream, trapped within the lush forest along with the two characters he had yet to know.
He sat up, and smiled lightly at the sight of the teakettle and unused teacup. Quickly he poured himself a cup and drank it, grimacing at the cold taste. He was never one for cool, cold, or even iced tea; it normally had to be fresh and hot before he'd drink it.
Murmurs of conversation led Kuro towards the open kitchen, and he stepped inside. He blinked, his eyes rejecting the harsh fluorescent lighting at first, and then he was able to see. Shuuichi paused in his animated conversation, an expression of surprise and caught-red-handed on his face as he watched Kuro.
A brown-eyed youth sat there, his dark-brown hair slicked back with a green-tinted gel. A pensive and concentrated look was on his face, and his eyes were troubled. An unopened thick file, with an important stamped seal, lay ignored in front of the green-uniformed youth. Kuro coughed lightly, bringing both men back to the present.
"Oh! Sorry Kuro, I had thought you'd sleep longer. This is Yusuke Urameshi," Shuuichi said, "and Yusuke, this is Kuro Masho." Both Yusuke and Kuro nodded acknowledgement to the other. Yusuke pulled the file closer as Kuro sat down at the table. It seemed whatever the two had conversed had ended with Kuro's entrance.
"I'd better be goin', Shuu. It was nice seein' ya again, we should do more next 'ime." With a wink, Yusuke stood, clutching the folder, and exited the room, leaving Shuuichi blushing red. Kuro smiled, pleased at seeing the red-cheeks, knowing that Shuuichi was receptive to males, and that was just what he had been looking for.
Softly, Kuro took Shuuichi's hands in his, and leaned forward, catching the fox-human unaware. Lips settled together in a delicate and uncertain kiss, and the fox's lips parted in a moan-like gasp. Kuro took this opportunity to deepen the kiss, taking it up a notch, as he slipped his hands into the fiery tresses, reveling in their silky texture.
Their tongues battled for temporary dominance, and Shuuichi yielded, allowing Kuro to plunge in deeper, sweeping each and every crevice within his mouth. Only when both thought they'd die of pleasure, they broke apart to regain the necessary oxygen that had been lost through the kiss. Hazy, lust-filled emerald eyes locked with clouded violet-blue, and their hands entwined in an agreeable gesture.
"Shuuichi, maybe after we get to know each other better, would you go out with me?" Kuro's voice was husky and filled with barely-restrained desire. Shuuichi nodded, his mind fogged with longing from the heated kiss. Kuro leaned over again and gently pecked Shuuichi's lips in a goodnight kiss, "I need to return home. Father should be there anytime, and I should already be in bed. I shall see you tomorrow, Shuuichi."
Kuro stood and left the house without Shuuichi guiding him to the door. However, Shuuichi was left inside the kitchen, his mind still reeling from the effects of the kiss. /Damn, that boy knows how to kiss/
//Yeah//
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Kuro entered his house quietly, and took note that his father had not yet arrived home from work. Frowning, the youth went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, looking for food. He found a bowl of rice, mixed with vegetables, prepared and obviously left for him. A note was left on the table, and Kuro picked it up after setting down the bowl.
'Son, I made you a bowl of rice and vegetables to eat. It is in the refrigerator, and you aren't home yet. However, I do not worry; I know you are trustworthy. I have to go back to work; another technician called and said my design is faulty. This may take all night. Sweet dreams. Father.'
He sat down after reading the note and returning it to the tabletop. His loyalty and devotion to his father was severely tested in these circumstances, but Kuro knew it was no one's fault. Quickly his thoughts were occupied as he munched on his late dinner, thoughts of Shuuichi.
Just the name made his cheeks flame and his mind fill with images of the redheaded male. A soft snickering stole the besotted youth from his mental rambling. "Hello?" Kuro asked, assuming someone was in the house. "Is someone in here?" He called out, and received no reply.
\Kuro…\ A deep male voice chuckled out his name and the boy gasped. It wasn't happening again. \You are so wrong—I am back\ Kuro's eyes widened in horror. Years before, the child Kuro had developed what the American doctors referred to as a 'split-personality disorder.' Kuro had not thought anything of it, having even forgotten the voice inside his mind, as he had grown older and the medications had seemed to 'help' him.
The voice had often been a playmate and a companion when his father was away. It told him bedtime stories and made him laugh. However, once at school, the voice had 'seen' through Kuro's eyes, and had wanted him to steal the teacher's wallet. Kuro had agreed to it, and had been captured in the process. This led to questioning, and Kuro blamed it all on the 'voice.' Unfortunately, that further led to psychiatric consulting and medications. Finally after about six years of endurance and daily medicines, the voice seemed to fade away, and Kuro was given a clean bill of health.
\Kuro… Kuro…\ The name was chanted, and Kuro screamed, his mind feeling as if it were split in two. His ki raged uncontrollable, then extinguished as he slumped to the floor in a faint.
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Kurama walked towards his bedroom. When Yusuke left, he had telecommunicated that the file was going to be left inside the redhead's room. Kurama had not given it a second thought, as he was too engrossed with Kuro to notice. But once the boy had left, Kurama's interest perked, and he walked towards his room.
Koenma had surprised him, as the file had been completed days early. Once inside the bedroom, Kurama sat down at his desk, and pulled the file closer, as it was lying near the middle of the desk.
A fear sprung inside the plant-wielder, as he looked at the closed file. What if the one who possessed Kuro's body was wanted in the Reikai? Kurama did not know what he would do if that were the case. Finally a sense of determination filled the boy and he flipped open the top of the folder. Names and dates filled pages inside, some with bold 'X's through them, meaning that the soul had been taken through the Gate of Judgment. Kurama read through each page, 'X's marking out every name, and not finding any possible names circled.
After about halfway through the file of names, the kitsune-human's eyelids began to slide close with exhaustion. He placed a dried rose on the page, leaving it as a marker to where he stopped, before he closed the file and placed it in the bottom drawer. He stood and removed his clothes as he made his way over towards the bed.
Sighing, he slipped in-between the cotton blankets, and fell almost instantly into a deep slumber.
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While both students 'slept' their troubles away, a certain brown-eyed detective slipped through the border of the Ningenkai, headed for the Reikai and the Gate of Judgment. Stealthy he slipped through the individual gates and passed around all the ogres, having not a one notice him.
Quietly he entered the final doors, into Koenma's workroom, where the demi-god sat, stamping away in his usual toddler form. Koenma's loyal right-hand ogre was absent from the room, and Yusuke smiled. It was a brilliant idea to have talked with the ogre earlier, before he had been dispatched with the report for Kurama.
Without a spoken word, the half-youkai stepped in front of the demi-god's desk, and watched the continuous and repetitive stamping of files. Koenma had not yet noticed his 'Reikai Tantei' before him, as his amber eyes were squinted in frustration at the task of stamping. Finally the stamping ceased as all the files were finished.
In a tired, irritated voice, the god-ling said, "Ogre! Give me those files." There was no shuffling of footsteps, no rustling of paper, so Koenma looked to his right, where the blue ogre normally stood, holding paperwork or just standing. No ogre met his vision. Quickly his head snapped towards the door, a frown plastered on his face. His amber eyes widened, then a happy smile replaced the frown, almost instantly.
"Yusuke!" Koenma squealed, and launched himself across the desk. He quickly snuggled against his love, and Yusuke smiled. "Hey Koenma. I did as you asked." Koenma nodded, then quickly pulled down his hat, and with a loud 'Pop!' transformed into his adult self. "There, that's better."
The dark-haired Tantei only nodded, and pulled his boss closer, claiming his lips with his own. "Come on, Yusuke." The amber-eyed, vain, teenage god-ling pulled his love through a closed door and into the private rooms belonging to the demi-god.
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TBC.
deliciae: 'looks up from script' Ooh! Who's the split personality of Kuro? Or is it even a split personality? Anyone have a clue??
Muse: 'jumps around, raising hand' I do, I do!! Can I answer?
deliciae: 'glares' No, you can't answer. You already know, and I think the readers have an idea already.
Muse: It's not that hard to guess. Here's a hint: Former…
deliciae: All right! That's enough! I told you not to answer. Go to your corner and no plushies for you!
MiniMuse: 'appears, grabs plushies' Meep. 'Takes off running'
Muse: Get back here! 'Sticks tongue out at deliciae, then runs after MiniMuse'
deliciae: O.o Anyways, thanks for reading. Hope you review, even if you don't like it. Suggestions are always welcomed. And the next chapter may take a little while to produce. I'm having writer's block, and school is being evil (tests and papers due) so if you want to suggest a scene, or something, feel free. I might just use it, and I'll give credit. Thanks! And again, I hope you review.